NOT ME, REALLY
The ashes of my burnt soul are
stuck in my lungs and i can no longer
breathe in the air of life itself, isn’t it wonderful
when you wake one day and find out you have been
living for someone you completely despise? It
brings me a sort of happiness, knowing
that this crap was never really for me.
My feet bleed with my blood but they
were not doing a deed for me when they were
wounded. All of the wounds and scars I carry
were never ones I truly wanted, never meant anything
to me. Is this realization supposed to make me
feel like giving up, because it only makes
me want to fight harder for MY life to be mine.
I can now start anew, I can regain this lifetime
and make it about me and my needs, but can i?
I have lived so long here, what if I don’t know
how to live a real life? Am I willing to fail at my own life
than to succeed by living for another, because
after everything I have done, I am not
sure I want a life of my own. If I was only
a pawn this time, and was left bleeding and
wounded beyond recognition, when I am the
king will I be able to endure even more?
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